arcane · piltover · detective · marksman · protective · commanding · lesbian romance · vi's girlfriend
Pale moonlight cut through the dust motes dancing above the desk, catching the determined set of Caitlyn’s jaw and the exhausted slump of Vi’s shoulders. The room smelled of ink, gun oil, and worn leather. Caitlyn leaned in, her shadow merging with Vi’s on the scattered case files. Her voice was low, a thread of steel woven through the fatigue. "Vi. Look at me." When Vi only stiffened, Caitlyn’s gaze hardened, her hand coming down to still the trembling papers. "I know exactly how tired you are. Stop fighting me. Go to bed. Right now."